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Miss Douce, miss Lydia, did not believe: miss Kennedy,
Mina, did not believe: George Lidwell, no: miss Dou did
not: the first, the first: gent with the tank: believe, no, no:
did not, miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the tank.

Better write it here. Quills in the postoffice chewed
and twisted.
Bald Pat at a sign drew nigh. A pen and ink. He went.
A pad. He went. A pad to blot. He heard, deaf Pat.
—Yes, Mr Bloom said, teasing the curling catgut line.
It certainly is. Few lines will do. My present. All that
Italian florid music is. Who is this wrote? Know the name
you know better. Take out sheet notepaper, envelope:
unconcerned. It’s so characteristic.
—Grandest number in the whole opera, Goulding said.
—It is, Bloom said.
Numbers it is. All music when you come to think.
Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one.
Vibrations: chords those are. One plus two plus six is
seven. Do anything you like with figures juggling. Always
find out this equal to that. Symmetry under a cemetery
wall. He doesn’t see my mourning. Callous: all for his
own gut. Musemathematics. And you think you’re
listening to the etherial. But suppose you said it like:

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